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“She left it behind…..I just want to get be able to look at the last pictures.”

“Are they of you and her?”

What did he mean?

“I can’t remember,” I said.

“You’d be better-off with a card-reader than a cable.”

He flipped open a little hatch on the camera body and withdrew a card.

“It’s an xD,” he said.

Great, he was starting to show off . He reached beneath the counter and produced a plastic pack containing a little white box.

“She might come back, you know, mate,” he said.

These words struck me square in the face. When I’d said “ex”, I’d not been thinking of Danielle – I was just talking bollocks to try to get him to help me. “Ex” was anonymous, whereas “she” was very personal. I shook my head.

“I doubt it.....mate.”

When I neared home, I went to the newsagent and bought a paper and some Rolos. The latter were wonderfully sweet. However, they were not good enough to distract me from what PC-man had said. What if Danielle did want to come back? Would I agree to it? I stepped in to the road. There was a screech of tyres on tarmac and I looked to my right. A silver Vauxhall Vectra was nose-down as it completed its emergency stop. I stepped back. It moved forward and turned left for the shops. The driver and passenger stared at me as they passed. I stared back. Wankers.

The phone was ringing as I opened the front door.

“Is that Robert Mumford?”  

The voice was unfamiliar. My breathing quickened. It might be him.